The Falling Maples- Living Unconditionally- Poetry by S.S

 In the bizarre silence, of the winter's mist, An unspoken felicity dwells whilst when it rains, and the sulking shatters, An unearthly air, fills the spaces amidst the chaos of the cold and the certainties tattered, And alone a cloud of illusion subsists, stripping the soul bare and cluttered, Until it is one, with that quiet winter's mist........ S.S

Betwixt the splendor or insignificance, of the bygone suns and moons, And promises or assumptions, Of the numbered tomorrows, We are saddled, Like a brick cemented firmly, between many paltry bricks..... (c) S.S

Midst an inescapable sadness, of the impending Autumn, And the ceremonious cheer, of the imminent Spring, Let the untold stories, remain so, For by emptying my heart, of all the fables unpenned, I wish not to, let go off the pleasures, of the m y s t e r y........ (c) S.S

She walks the lonesome nights, when nothing, but hushed shadows are in sight, Her heart, a satchel of sighs and delusions, Some tucked away world of fanciful illusions, For midst the worldly definitions of love, Words seem the only way to rise above all that impedes, certain undefined emotions, and finds its way into random poetic commotions.......... (c) S.S

And in a world that has lost its splendor, you are a bag full of sparkles from afar, Filling me with the brightest expressions, and I fill the empty pages, With my endless confessions, O f L  O  V  E........... S.S

Loving you, is like being the colors that merge, with the spring hues........ S.S

I can fathom the depth of your loneliness, and that obscure profoundness, Drown if you must, But not in that forsaken lowness, Rather be submerged, in the cryptic deepness, of some hushed urges............ S.S

It is in the spaces 'tween the lines of my palms, That I see your name appear, Only to vanish again, Into an imperceptible expanse........ S.S

Is there such a Love? That dwells beyond the skies, where the clouds veil the lovers, as they share those eloquent smiles, Unimpeded from the profane barriers, An unrivaled love uncovers.... S.S

Intriguing are the ways of Life, Persuasive to accept, Destiny's bickering strife, And just when the mind rests, with a backer's sincerity, This soul flutters, to seek a delightful space, that dwells betwixt dazzling dreams and a grim reality.......... S.S

 And suddenly, Just like that, The Beyond seems genuine, and the world, inane...... S.S

While we adorn our frames with illusory virtues, Our souls still reek of guilt and sin.......... S.S

Ferry me to those waters, where springs sing the eternal songs, and the worldly walls shatter, leading us to where we belong; Glutted stands our self-pride,  bearing of this demented world, It's time to veer to the saner side, and escape from this unsettled herd; That persistence across the feeble bounds, harbors a blessed deluge of awakening, Behind the third eye, above the earthly grounds, delves all that is above this trifling living......... S.S

The hovering shadows, Defining the strings of lies, dangling in erstwhile gallows, as with every blink, I see the demons rise, behind that pair of timid eyes, The present shudders, midst the spirits that are slies, Her stricken soul unstoppably stutters, as with every blink, I see the demons rise, behind that pair of timid eyes, A masquerade of concocted joys, Envelops her ever sulking skies, Curled in the edges and dropping lows, with every blink, I see the demons rise, behind that pair of timid eyes..... S.S

Write to me in the pristine drops, That mark the monsoon's first rain, Drowning my being and lending a hope, of veiling from the bearers of prejudice and disdain.... S.S

The whipped up joy in your sullen eyes, utters all that you hide 'neath your dismal skies, And I wait like a rainstorm above your earth, Until the much sought monsoon of reprise arrives........ S.S

In my heart, there's a rainstorm of random reflections, Seizing the rare lull and calm, Leaving me stranded,  with this weary soul, And in my head,  There are some crashing waves Ferrying me to your shores, saving me from the fall, And I am left wondering, which one's the truth and which one's oblivion....... S.S

There's something spiritual about the howling of the wolves, Like a calling from the One, through a bewitching groove....... S.S

Invade my dreams, Like you're the visions that I see, Dangling in the astral skies, Beyond all that is earthly, And when the flimsy oblivion abandons, I'll fall back into the worldly seas, Awaiting another night, Defined, By a mystical reverie....... S.S

 Upon the earth that blossoms, and through the sun that incessantly smiles, In the blithely flowing river streams, and in the clandestine magic, in the flourishing wild, I look into the fractured mirror, and I see a lost child, In the dusk, stepping inside the gates of the night, and in the stars that reign, the sullen skies, Through the radiance of the effulgent moon, and in the secrets, that the humming forests hide, I look into the ripples of the still water, and I see a lost child, But with every dawn, my wings emerge, blessed I am, with an ephemeral respite, And as I soar to the highest highs, the wings disappear, and I fall into a delusionary wide, Only to find,  the mirror, the still water, and the lost child.......

  The universe is brimming, with existences so cunning, that within their caged persistence, They shower inane judgements, From their self-woven baggage, of self-absorption and false prepossessions, They often fall flat, 'neath their silly assumptions, And the dam breaks when they theorize, that every word that I write, and the emotions I enscribe, are meant for their dim stars and sullen skies, Oh but to hell with such arrogant surmise! My lyrics are for none, My lyrics are for the hearts,  in starry-eyed devotion,  Some romantic and some random scribbles,  are just poems laid bare, Your beliefs and suspicions, aren't for me to care.......